Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.